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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2019 10:39 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2019 3:40 pm
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CαяTεя
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▪Thoughts:II▫Where: Abandoned FactoryII ▫With Who: KadenII ▪Wearing: Blue-collar shirt [shown in picture] with black pantsII
The adult shrugged his shoulders at the comment. What else was he supposed to say? ’Hey! I’ve got amnesia and I found this card with directions that pointed me here. Just hoping I can remember my past.’ Yeah, right! Things weren’t going to be that easy. Unless they were going to be that easy. When the big boss man asked about further details regarding what the Exile members told him, Carter recounted the conversation word-for-word. Honestly, either the members had lowered their guard or some had finally got to telling this man where to meet-up. He had been holed up in a room waiting for someone to meet up with him.
”Honestly man, not sure.” Carter pulled out the card that had information about this location and gave it to the man. ”Anyways, I think I’m supposed to be here but I don’t remember why. I could go into detail about how I got into an accident and lost my memories, but I won’t. All I got to remembering who I was is this thing. Take it as you will, believe or don’t. If you need me prove myself then just tell me what I need to do.” The redhead shrugged his shoulders before continuing on. ”I’ve gotten plenty of information. The previous leader of the baddies, named Queen, made their appearance in a nice little glass coffin. Your leader, the one with the demon wings, made her grand entrance. Looks like she is asking Queen’s previous lackeys to join her cause.” There was another shrug as he listed off that information with little importance in their voice.
((Out.Of.Conversation smile )
II ▪Occupation: Linguist
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 5:56 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 9:19 am
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CαяTεя
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▪Thoughts:II▫Where: Abandoned FactoryII ▫With Who: Some Exile FolksII ▪Wearing: Blue-collar shirt [shown in picture] with black pantsII
Retrieving the card back from the other, it was quickly placed in his pocket. It was his only clue even though the card had provided little help. Something had seemed to traumatize it which made talking with it difficult. Not everything could be coerced into giving information after all. He had a way with communicating with folks but that didn’t mean he was a master of persuasion, especially with inanimate objects. Humans were easier to talk to but at the same time it was a bit of a pain. ”I don’t recognize the handwriting.” Their tone was disinterested and would display that his own style was different from what was written on the object. After that brief chat, Charter walked away with a ‘Farewell’ and left to prepare for the next day.
Preparation for the day involved going over to various martial arts studios. It wasn’t difficult to watch matches from the side as the instructors taught their class. As long as you gave “I’m interested in joining so I’m here to watch” argument, then most would let you observe. Seeing and reading the multitude of body languages provided Carter with a lot of information. Practice makes perfection though. After a Sensei or what have you concluded with their class, the adult male asked for a one-on-one match. Some were quite skeptical, others were up for it, and others needed some coercion which was more up his alley. When the matches were underway they proceeded how the general public predicted: with his loss. The first two matches usually ended with him getting beaten to the ground but that changed on the third. Each hit, smack, kick, and movement gave the amnesia man enough information to overcome his opponents. Many were amazed, appalled, frustrated, and down right bitter by the loss. That didn’t really matter for Carter, he was just there to be better equipped for the day ahead. One thing did come out of all this that helped. Some fighting styles had seemed to come naturally to him, which meant that there were the rare times when he would be able to beat his opponent in one go. This truly was a learning experience.
The morning welcomed the rusty-haired man with a sore body. There were certainly going to be backlashes for working his body in such a fashion. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as the man predicted. He’d just have to practice to help their sore muscles loosen up, he might get that today at his upcoming appointment. Walking into the abandoned factory early in the morning, there were a few faces he didn’t recognize. He wore what he had on yesterday to make it easier for people to spot him. Carter recognized Kaden but the other two males were a mystery, well not for long anyways. The floor, walls, and pests were a chatty bunch who painted a not-so-pretty picture about these men. He stopped as he looked towards a male with orchid-colored eyes, a lot could be heard about this guy. ”I’ve come bright and early just as I’ve been instructed to do.”
((Out.Of.Conversation smile )
II ▪Occupation: Linguist
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 10:28 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 11:31 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 10:03 pm
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CαяTεя
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▪Thoughts:II▫Where: Abandoned FactoryII ▫With Who: Some Exile FolksII ▪Wearing: Blue-collar shirt [shown in picture] with black pantsII
Speaking with that albino-eyed man was a mix bag. The concept of “personal space” didn’t seem to found in their dictionary. It wasn’t as if he was any better considering what he could do. There was a light exhale as many of the voices ceased. It had taken some time to get a grasp of his ability, one that bombarded him when they awoke in the hospital bed. To reminisce about those time would surely do little to aid him in what needed to be done. Joining the Exiles in hopes of piecing together his past, that was his mission. A personal and selfish one, yes, but it wasn’t as if these people wouldn’t benefit from him joining. There was nothing to lose for either side and hopefully something could jog their memory. Carter stuffed his hand into his jacket as the hacker finished their comment. Was it a good idea to associate with them further? Who knows.
Looking down at the array of weaponry, there was plenty to choose from. There were an assortment that had been seen in some commercials from the TVs in the department stores he passed by. Ads for games showcased the bigger guns and knifes but one could get the point that many of the items had been seen before somewhere. There were probably some illegal ones in here too, very probable. He picked up an Glock 43 Semi-Automatic gun along with a Throwing Knife for this part of the test. It wasn’t a very special combination but these two were awfully chatty when he checked in with the objects. Both weapons couldn’t contain their delight to be chosen and seemed quite needy. Seemed like it wasn’t very often that they got handled in these sort of things.
While getting the gun ready by placing the clip in, his gaze glanced around till it met the target. A luster cloth was taken from the table to wipe down the gun, seemed like it collected just a smidge of dust on the exterior. Carter stood still for a moment, looking down at the gun in his hands. It wasn’t clear what was going on but it would soon result in the man point the borrowed gun towards a wall that was across the room from the dummy. Some people looked at each other and then to him, clearly judging this lunatic who would point their gun away from the target. ”Move.” He said loud enough for people to realize that he was really going to shoot in that direction. With their back towards the human-like object, they slowly squeezed their gun.
BAM
The trigger was pulled and the sound of something bouncing on the wall was heard. Some ducked for cover while others had no idea what to make of the situation. When the sound quickly subsided people were miffed at what this lunatic had done. Placing the gun on the table, his rubies looked behind him towards the target that had a hole in its left shoulder. Some redirected their attention to what he was looking at before telling others to do the same. People in the audience were crying out that it was dumb luck, while others said that his actions could have gotten them killed, and there were some that yelled that he needed to kill the bloody target. Yeah, he showed off a bit but isn’t that what he was supposed to do at these things? Kaden had come up to the disinterested male and asked if he could do that with other weapons. Carter looked down at the knife and pointed it towards the dummy. ”Yeah, as long as I’m given some time.” He positioned himself based on what the knife was telling him. Informing him how much strength he should use and other variables needed for him to hit his mark. When the knife was thrown, it landed straight on the object’s right shoulder, just like the knife instructed him to do. Folks were murmuring while others just remained unimpressed with someone who could shoot a gun and throw a knife.
Next, Kaden directed the man towards a comrade named Sam. Seemed like the cheerful kind with a strange static surrounding their clothes. Someone needed to probably put some lint in their dryer. Carter was told to fight this individual, which was probably the second part of this whole meeting. Maybe he got passing marks for his Weapon handling but he wouldn’t know till later. Being signaled to start the one-on-one match, the redhead positioned himself into a fighting stance. He didn’t know what to expect from the other so he decided to be cautious. A left hook was thrown towards the blonde man’s head.
((Out.Of.Conversation smile )
II ▪Occupation: Linguist
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 7:13 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 2:35 pm
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00 00 00 00
Keon Oshiro
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Mood → Neutral Location → Abandoned Factory Thoughts → "How much do I left before I lose my second pinky..?" Company → People.. Theme → Alive Out Of Coffee →Mom said it's my turn to visit the factory :v
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It has been about three years since Keon went under the radar, any documents left on him is dated back when he was fourteen. Probably his student files in his high school unless they already shredded or destroyed it since he is no longer a student. After leaving his parents' bodies to rot beyond recognition that if it wasn't for that they were found in their house, they probably wouldn't be able to figure out who they were. After he ran off, he spent roughly a year on the streets, using his peculiarity and offer service of death. It was his only way to get money and afford food. It's been.. roughly a year or two since he joined Exiles. Not like he had anything better to do. Plus he gets paid for completing given assignments. Also, being an exiles member gets you a place to sleep; beats sleeping outside in the rain.
He went out to the convenient shop to pick up some stuff, mostly food.. Pretty sure he only got food. A bag of peach flavour gummies, a few bottle of sparkling peach soda, a few different variety of instant noodles, he got spicy, chicken, beef and yakisoba and a few other snacks, some peach flavour, others not. He is a double threat with his eating habits, he doesn't eat much nor does he really eat particularly healthy but he remains to be very underweight especially if you take account to his height.
After picking up his snacks, he made his way back to the factory; bag of goodies in one gloved and his other gloved hand in his jacket pocket as he entered the building. A soft sound echos from his footsteps as he wandered around until he spotted several people. Not exactly sure what is happening, quietly walking over them as he stood next to the one in red. Looking through his bag he pulled out a steamed pork bun; taking it out of the plastic wrapping, he takes a bite out of it as he quietly eat the bun.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 3:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 5:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 5:29 am
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